My server is having trouble with DNS. It can ping the internet by IP, and when I ping by name, it makes an attempt and echos the IP, but cannot ping. My /etc/resolv.conf file contains only “nameserver 192.168.2.1” which is the address of the wireless router.
Am I doing something wrong?
[Update]
I finally found the DNS servers for AT&T. When I put them in resolv.conf, everything seems to work fine. Thanks for the suggestions.
I’ve got a weird (at least to me, I’m hoping that it will be obvious to someone else) problem with my network.
I’m running an 802.11(g) router. I’ve got my server and my desktop ethernetted to it, and I’m using my laptop in wireless mode. All machines are seeing the router fine (and getting Internet access), but the laptop is not able to see the other two machines and vice versa on the network. The laptop can ping everyone, but the laptop cannot be pinged. I’m running in encrypted mode on the wireless connection, and wondering if that might be the problem. It doesn’t seem like it should be, because I would think that the signal is being decrypted by the router and available through ethernet.
Does anyone have any ideas?
[Update]
D’oh!
I’d changed my network from 192.168.1.* to 192.168.2.* and forgot to tell Zone Alarm on the laptop.
Problem solved.
But by a wider margin.
It looks like Ivan is headed into the Gulf. It may still affect Florida, but the most probably target is the Panhandle, and both weather.com and accuwearther.com have taken southeastern Florida out of the target zone. That’s good, because we didn’t need another one, particularly so soon, but it may be hard on people in the panhandle, or the Gulf Coast in general. Send them your best wishes, and donations.
I know, you think that’s my one-word description of those idiots continuing to defend the memos.
It is, but the purpose of this post was to describe the play of the Wolverine offense against Notre Dame throught the third quarter.
The play calling is atrocious, and when it’s good, the execution sucks. They only seem to have two pass plays–a low-percentage long ball down the field, or a short play almost deliberately contrived to avoid being caught beyond the first-down marker. The Irish O-line is making Michigan’s look like schoolgirls. Unable to score a touchdown, they may still win this, but they sure don’t deserve to. And if they do, it will be the defense and special teams (at least the field-goal kicking unit, and ignoring the guy who tripped Breaston for the fumble) who will be responsible, not the offense.
[Update]
Talk about dumb play calling. Why didn’t Notre Dame go for two, after that gift of an interception? Now Michigan can (at least in theory) win it with another field goal (the only offense they’re capable of today).
[Update]
A draw play on third and nineteen? A draw play on third and nineteen?!!!!!
Sure, why not.
They deserved that blocked punt. Why not give them the gift of another TD? I mean, it’s not like they had any plans to score any more this game anyway.
[Update]
Clearly, the offense needs a lot of work. They are not going to win this game. The only chance at this point is a returned interception.
It’s nice to excuse them because they lost Underwood early, but if your offense becomes totally ineffective because you lose your best runner, you don’t have much of an offense. Losing Underwood would explain a couple touchdowns in the margin, but not the inability to get into the end zone completely. At least not for a team with the bench depth that Michigan should.
[Update
OK, so they’ve scored again, off another turnover. Why not?
You can’t blame the defense for this (you can rarely blame the defense for a Michigan loss). They’re worn out. They’ve been on the field for far too much of the time, because the offense is…what was the word again? Oh, yeah, up in the post title.
[Update]
OK, as usual, they tease, getting a TD two and a half minutes before the end of the game. Of course, just to tie, they have to get two points after, and repeat the feat…
[Update]
OK, they get the two points, but miss the on-side kick. Now, of course, I have to watch to see if the defense can make a last stand.
[Wrapup]
As I said, the offense lost this game. The Dee did as well as possible under the circumstances, but the O came alive a few minutes too late.
This isn’t the end of the season, but it’s probably the end of any hopes of a (mythical) national championship for the Woverines this year (unless they go the rest of the season undefeated, and Notre Dame ends up number one at the end of the season).
Carr has to take his O coach to the woodshed, and perhaps even considering replacing him. As I said in the post title, this was a pathetic performance on the part of the Michigan offense.
Of which I’m reminded amidst all the discussion about the forged documents–people who don’t know the difference between a typeface and a font, including journalists, who should know better. Microsoft and the computer industry have blurred the distinction that was once very clear to the printing community.
Times Roman is a typeface, people.
Times Roman twelve-point italic is a font.
The long delay between posts had nothing to do with conditions; it was the normal one that occurs almost every night as I sleep. We’ve stokd up on canned goods, water, batteries, fuel, and other necessities. Last night was the time to stok up on slumber, because we may not get another chance at it until late Sunday. Fortunately, the storm didn’t disturb us, though I heard a few gale blasts about 7 AM.
It’s relatively quiet right now. Trees are blowing, but not hard, and it’s not raining much. Based on the forecasts, I don’t expect that to last long. Fortunately for us (and unfortunately for many others), it continues to head further north. If it makes landfall near the current prediction (up near Melbourne or Fort Pierce), we’ll get off pretty easy in Boca, all things considered, even if it restrengthens this afternoon and evening. Most of the storm surge (our biggest fear) will occur to the north of the storm, and most of the winds we get will be from the north and west.
I don’t know how much longer I’ll be blogging, but at this point, if I quit, it will be because I no longer can (most likely due to power out–the battery’s shot in my laptop), not because I’m voluntarily unconscious.
[Update a couple minutes later]
Whoops. Wrote too soon. The wind is picking up now. And there are a couple crazy people out driving down the street.
More in the thick of things, in Melbourne. She’s still on the air as of a few minutes ago. Wish her (and everyone here) as much luck as you’ve apportioned my way.
There’s a light drizzle outside now. No wind worthy of the name, just a gentle breeze.
Damn you, plywood manufacturers! Damn you to hell!!
[Update after a little reflection]
Well, to be philosophical about it, it’s kind of like washing your car to make it rain, or carrying an umbrella to prevent same. If the storm doesn’t hit us, we’ve done a great service to southern Palm Beach and northern Broward counties by preparing our house for a hurricane and spending the money to move out of it.
But perhaps I speak too soon. The demon, at whatever strength or intention, continues to lurk off shore.
Anyway, for now, for those grateful, the tip jar is to the left.
It’s a beautiful balmy night in Boca Raton. No one would ever suspect that there’s a killer storm lurking just a couple hundred miles off shore. In fact, I’m not sure that even I believe it.
I’m starting to think that this is an elaborate joint conspiracy by the Plywood Manufacturers of America, and the Association of Concrete Fasteners. They knew, after years of “the boy who cried wolf syndrome,” that after Charley’s abrupt right turn, after evacuating Tampa, and sending everyone to Orlando, after which they were hit there instead, that people will disbelieve any track projection, and that they could get everyone on the Sunshine State to purchase window-protection accoutrements by simply pretending that there was a storm out there.
To paraphrase Homer Simpson, here I am, sitting in a motel with my house boarded up, like a sucker.
It’s a beautiful balmy night in Boca Raton. No one would ever suspect that there’s a killer storm lurking just a couple hundred miles off shore. In fact, I’m not sure that even I believe it.
I’m starting to think that this is an elaborate joint conspiracy by the Plywood Manufacturers of America, and the Association of Concrete Fasteners. They knew, after years of “the boy who cried wolf syndrome,” that after Charley’s abrupt right turn, after evacuating Tampa, and sending everyone to Orlando, after which they were hit there instead, that people will disbelieve any track projection, and that they could get everyone on the Sunshine State to purchase window-protection accoutrements by simply pretending that there was a storm out there.
To paraphrase Homer Simpson, here I am, sitting in a motel with my house boarded up, like a sucker.